Slipknot Concert Review (From Aliens View) Essays - Music

Slipknot Concert Review (From Aliens View) Stephen Isaac Professor Wlodarski Music 100: Music Appreciation 23 October, 2001 We arrived at the concert around sun set. As we pulled up to the entrance, all I could see was a mass of humans. They scattered around the front of the building, some going in and coming out. In the middle of all the transportation devices there were a few men, in black suits, who pointed in different directions. They stopped groups of humans to allow the transportation devices by and vice versa. We now left our car with a group of other cars and made our way to the building. As we entered, we were told to form lines. At the end of these lines, we were greeted by a male human who patted each person, head to toe. He took a rectangle piece of material from our hands, and put a different piece of material around my wrist. After this we were ready to enter. Once inside, I started to began feeling weird and a little uncomfortable. I was surrounded by young, scary humans, with sharp, hard, shinny objects, in their faces and pieces of art on their arms or backs. I could now hear the music coming from inside the main room of the building. The room was every large with different sections that held a countless amount of people. We went to the lowest section of the main room and stayed near the back, where fewer people were. My feelings soon changed from weird and uncomfortable, to slightly scared and fearful for me life, as I began to view the first group perform. The music was loud, very loud. There were periods of lite/soft music followed by sudden and abrupt, crashes and bangs. The first group was a bit frightening. There was six of them in the group. Three of them played objects that had long skinny threads that were plucked to make a noise. One sat behind a group of multi-sized objects and hit them with two separate objects to create a noise. One stood over a rectangle box and pushed different sections of it. The last man, the leader, ran around yelling with a object in his hand that was up to his mouth. The people that watched were acting as if they were going to kill each other. They slammed themselves into each other and throw others in the air, then passed them around over there heads. In which most cases they would fall out of site. I felt bad for those people, I didnt know if they were hurt or not. The music had a certain connections with large balls of flames and streams of fire. When the humans banged on their objects bluntly, a stream of fire would immediately follow. It came from each side of the human, that sat behind his set of multi-sized objects. In most cases it occurred at the exact same time the music made a loud, abrupt noise. I could feel the heat from the explosion, and I wondered, Am I in harms way and How could I just walked right into certain death like this. I feared for my life. I thought they were going to kill me. The mass of human, that were fixated on the group, seem to enjoy the flames and the harsh acts of one another. So I figured I had to be OK. In between two long periods of music, the leader and the man with the rectangle box, left the stage. The music continued and soon after both man returned. Each had some type of device strapped around their heads. During the music that followed there return, the leader, looked at the man with the box and shot a stream of fire in his direction. The man with the box shot a stream of some kind of liquid back at him. No one got hurt or killed, luckily. They finished the section of music and walked off the stage. As that happened, an uproar of noise came from the mass of humans. Then the lights came on. I was so relieved, and thankful for its ending. A curtain was raised in front of the stage, after the pervious group finished. There was